She’s running out of funds

Karra tossed and turned in her unkempt bed, doing the best she could to avoid facing the realization that she was now awake, before finally giving up and preparing herself for meeting a new day.

Sitting up in the bed, her long, toned legs swung out of it so that her bared feet were placed against the carpet-covered wooden floor of her bedroom, Karra tossed the sheet away and stretched her naked body, flexing her stale muscles by lifting her arms up towards the ceiling whilst arching her back so that the bountiful globes of her chest was thrust forwards.

Glancing down at herself while running her right hand over the lower part of her left arm, Karra thought about the previous night, recollecting the things that she had done and the men that she had fucked.

Never one to drink too much, Karra was not suffering from a hangover, but the whitish trails of dried-up jizz that ran all the way from the beneath her collarbones down over and between her fabulous tits and further down her flat, perfectly muscled abdomen to her hairless crotch and her thick, firm thighs did their part to imply that she had received plenty of exposure to other fluids than ****.

"Gods, I was a dirty girl last night," she said to herself, rising out of bed, "Still, it wasn't the first time!"

Judging herself to be in need of a proper clean-up, Karra draped a thin white robe over her nubile frame and grabbed a towel before leaving her bedroom and moving out of her small house.

Stepping out through the front door, Karra saw that it was another sunny day in Tharros, a perfect day for a morning swim. Or a midday swim, she surmounted from the sounds coming from further into the city.

Since the small house which she had bought was located just on the edge of Tharros city-limits, Karra didn't have more than a few hundred yards to walk before she reached the sea.

Climbing down the steep cliffs to the small cove where she usually enjoyed her private morning swims, Karra noticed several ships passing by out to sea, heading either to or from the city's vast harbour.

The sailors and passengers of those ships that were lucky enough to be on top-deck were offered a stunning treat as they watched from afar how Karra dropped her towel and robe on the sand and the slowly walked out to meet the incoming waves of crystal-clear water, the buxom Amazon smiling to herself as she thought of all the men and women that were currently staring at her.

Once she had walked out far enough, Karra dove into the water and allowed it to embrace her curvaceous shape, her jet-black hair flowing around her as she swam down to the seabed and then up again to break the surface once more, the strands of her long, black hair now plastered to her head and her shoulders.

Swimming slowly back and forth across the cove, Karra pondered her situation.

While she had been enjoying herself immensely during her stay in Tharros, she hadn't earned any money for herself, and the items which she had managed to "liberate" from those uptight dykes back at the shrine had been used-up to buy the house and her vast collection of sluttish outfits and to finance her life in the city, but now it was all but gone.

Now in need of gold and silver, Karra thought of ways in which she could support herself.

She had been trained as a dancer, and had an unquenchable craving for cocks and cum, and she wasn't opposed to licking pussy either, so she could always support herself as a whore or a dancer (and the distinction between the two was not exactly carved in stone in a city like Tharros).

Then again, she could always seek another profession for herself. As a dancer, she had the agility and the fitness to make herself a great thief, or a brilliant warrior, though the journey towards mastering those professions might be a long and hard one.